Observations [Open]
Spock calculated a significant decrease in The City's temperature since the last time he had been there. Somewhere in the region of at least a 14.6 degree drop, according to his tricorder readings. Though, to be perfectly honest, Spock felt the change immediately upon transporting to the ground from the hovering Enterprise without having to consult his tricorder. Coming from the planet Vulcan, he was much more accustomed to a desert climate. He estimated that this change in weather might cause a .07% decrease in his immune system. He would have to remind himself to turn up the heat on the Enterprise when he returned from his investigating and be sure to drink a substantial amount of fluids. Fortunately, now that he had the ship to himself he wouldn't have to listen to the whining complaints of his human crewmates (who preferred a comfortable 20.5 degrees Celsius.) Even now Spock could hear Dr. McCoy's insufferable agonizing over temperature controls on the bridge whenever Spock was in command, Damnit, Spock! I'm a doctor, not a sand lizard! An obvious and unneccesary comment.
Humans had such an irritating need to vocalize discontent. It was a wonder they managed to invent space flight at all, let alone warp speed. Spock took a few deep breaths to regulate his body temperature to the colder air. He could sense that his skin was probably more pale than normal outside of the ship, and that his green blood was no doubt showing through the veins near his temples. He quirked a brow as a snowflake fell upon his nose, then he quickly wiped it away. How some humans could manage to live their entire lives in freezing environments was beyond him. It was just so ... uncomfortable. Spock remembered how horrible his time upon the glacial planet of Beta Niobe I, or Sarpeidon as its few residents called it, had been. The mere thought of snow made his Vulcan blood shiver.
The tricorder bleeped the presence of various lifeforms, mostly humanoid. There were a few quadrupedal lifesigns. Mostly domesticated animals so far as Spock's tricorder could determine. No sign of any Starfleet activity, but that wasn't surprising. The last time Spock had arrived in The City, there weren't any forms of spacial communication traffic. At least, none that he could detect. And he didn't see a single familiar face until he suddenly found himself back on the deck of the Enterprise with his crewmates all looking at him as though nothing had happened. An interesting phenomenon, to say the least.
Perhaps, however, this time would be different. So, like any good Science Officer, he continued to wander The City streets, observing and scanning for any familiar lifeforms or energy patterns. With the hope that this time he might have a better understanding of The City.